We can see the end; the second flood’s in sight

the rising seas, the sea side cities drowned

Oceans cover what was once dry ground

but we are inland, we will be alright

(we say), although without facilities

Our grain cannot be shipped, alarum alarum

and piles up on every prairie farm

And commerce halts no longer an ability

Venice sinks below the waves, and Rome and Spain

Vancouver buildings -fishy habitats

Melbourne, Perth no longer on the maps

The Pope on Mount Olympus asks "Again?"

Says Cantuar, “It cannot come to that!”

But builds a condo on Mount Ararat.